“Hmmm,” Callie said. “Perhaps I will subjugate him and marry him after all, and keep him enslaved to my smallest wish for years.”

— Lessons in French, February 2010 »

Merlin dabbed at the hedgehog, pretending to clean off the ink, while she tried to see if a clear paw print showed through Mr. Pemminey’s letters. But the animal had had enough of espionage. It rolled up tightly and would not uncurl.

— Midsummer Moon »

“I’m a villain and a blackguard—every quaking little maiden’s nightmare.” He lowered his lashes, watching her with a moody smile and eyes like smoke. “But some get a taste for the devil, don’t they?”

— Seize the Fire »

He’d given up his life to God.
And his horse, and his armor, and his money.
Ruck closed his hand on the jewels she sent and swore himself to the Arch-Fiend’s daughter.

— For My Lady's Heart »

He liked radical politics and had a fondness for chocolate.

— Flowers from the Storm »

“I will not die a suicide. Nay, I’m ten times worse a fool—I think I might claw my way into Heaven somehow, and be with you when our lives are ended, since there is no way now on the earth.”

— Shadowheart »

It was hell being a hero.

— Seize the Fire »

A buffle-headed bad wicked man he might be—but he could recognize a miracle when he saw one.

— Flowers from the Storm »

“Am I like honey?” she asked, shyly, half beneath her breath.
“No,” he said. He pushed his hands up into her hair and held her face between his palms “You’re like water. Like bright water.” He bent his face to her throat. “Oh God, so bright and cold and clear that it hurts to drink.”

— The Dream Hunter »

She was, after all, Lady Callista Taillefaire, who had been jilted three times. Even a gentleman with dishonest designs would have to ask himself what, precisely, could be wrong with her.

— Lessons in French, February 2010 »

A familiar sense of waywardness possessed Trev, a moody antagonism riding on the lift of ale and latent violence that he could always find in a place such as this.

— Lessons in French, February 2010 »

It is because my mother was French, she thought. I am frivolous. I am wanton. I am happy.

I cannot be happy.

— The Shadow and the Star »

He sat down on the bed and glanced at her slantwise, his green eyes shuttered beneath the golden demon’s brows.
“You’re going to rob a coach, aren’t you?” she demanded. “Oh, God—we’ve barely landed, and you’re going to go right out and risk it.”

— The Prince of Midnight »

“Certainly it’s your responsibility. It isn’t mine! I’ve every right to clean my floor and move my furnishings if I please, without some housebreaker complaining of it!”

— The Shadow and the Star »

“Your cheeks are nothing like a blancmange, I assure you, my lady. And certainly not a custard.”

— Lessons in French, February 2010 »

His first impression was of green eyes, wide as a baby owl’s and just as solemn…There was nothing notably strange about her features, and yet it was an odd face, the kind of face that looked out of burrows and tree-knots and hedgerows, unblinking, innocent and old as time.

— Seize the Fire »

But it had cost him. Until this moment he had not known how much. He carried always a slow simmer of lust—that was as much a part of his life as breathing.

— Lessons in French, February 2010 »

He shook his head. “You damsels do choose the most inconvenient moments to swoon.” He smiled faintly. “What’s your pleasure, Sunshine? Shall we save her or let her lie?”
Leigh stepped back. “Let her lie.”

— The Prince of Midnight »

The French lessons at Dove House had ceased. At least to her father’s knowledge. Callie had taken some further lessons at Dove House—if not entirely in French.